The Devil's Daughter

The Devil's Daughter

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Dede’s pov We all know who the devil is. He is supposed to be this big and scary demon from hell. Well he is my dad and he is not as bad as the stories say he is. He is actually really nice. Whenever I tell people that he is my father they avoid me like the plague. So I don’t have many friends outside of my pack. I bet my mate will run away from me...
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I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

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